Poets say that the soul of man is immortal, and at one time comes to an end, which is called dying, and at another is born again, but never perishes. Consequently one ought to live all one's life in the utmost holiness. For from whomsoever Persephone shall accept requital for ancient wrong, the souls of these she restores in the ninth year to the upper sun again; from them arise “... men of surpassing wisdom and for all remaining time are they called holy heroes amongst mankind.” (Pind. Fr. 133) Seeing then that the soul is immortal and has been born many times, and has beheld all things both in this world and in the nether realms, she has acquired knowledge of all and everything... (Plato, Meno, 81b-c)
Persephone
demands you
Love all
suffer all
and fall away
See yourself
in a flower
she tells you
You are beautiful
and you too
will die
Over and over
and over
'tll you know
What she has
learned: living
is the art
Of dying.